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Torch Songs For Cold Nights: A Spotify Playlist

  1. Nat ‘King’ Cole - “Nature Boy” from Untamed Heart (1993)
  2. Nana Mouskouri - “That’s My Desire” from Beautiful Lies (2010)
  3. Billie Holiday - “Willow Weep For Me” from Eva (1962)
  4. Julie London - “Cry Me a River” from V for Vendetta (2006)
  5. Johnny Hartman - “Easy Living” from The Bridges of Madison County (1995) 
  6. Charles Aznavour - “Emmenez-moi” from C.R.A.Z.Y. (2005)
  7. Astrud Gilberto - “Once I Loved” from Juno (2007)
  8. Scott Walker - “When Joanna Loved Me” from The Box (2009)
  9. Sarah Vaughan - “Blues Serenade” from The Confessional (1995)
  10. Jackie Paris - “Skylark” from ‘Tis Autumn: The Search for Jackie Paris (2009)
  11. Edith Piaf - “La Foule” from My Summer of Love (2004)
  12. Madeleine Peyroux - “Between the Bars” from from Smokin’ Aces 2: Assassins’ Ball (2010)
  13. Chet Baker - “Always Look for the Silver Lining” from L.A. Confidential (1997)
  14. Jo Stafford - “Haunted Heart” from The End of the Affair (1999)
  15. Little Jimmy Scott - “Sycamore Trees” from Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me (1992)
  16. Amália Rodrigues - “Estranha Forma de Vida” from Two Lovers (2008)
  17. Cat Power - “I Found a Reason” from The Secret Lives of Dentists (2002)
  18. Nina Simone - “Wild is the Wind” from Home (2008)
  19. Frank Sinatra - “One For My Baby (And One More For the Road)” from What Love I (2007) 
  20. Peggy Lee - “Is That All There Is?” from After Hours (1985)

Listen to this Spotify Playlist & more curated by Rotten Tomatoes here

You’re unhappy. You’re isolated. You think you’re the cause of this unhappiness and are unworthy of affection so you’ve few friends.
Recently you lost something you think very important.
Your lover, your faith, your family, or all three.
You blame yourself for this, so it makes you neurotic, and you don’t sleep and don’t eat anything healthy anyway.
You used to take care of your appearance, but you’ve lost interest in that, so you avoid mirrors.
Sunlight bothers you, so you avoid that too, about which you’re guilty because you think it’s unhealthy and even immoral not to like the sun.
You’re not a woman of convention or you wouldn’t be here, but you like to pretend you are so people don’t notice you. But you sometimes like that as well, and can dress to draw the eye.
But then you think the men who look at you are fools, or worse, to be taken in by such an obvious outward show. So, instead you’re drawn to dark, complicated, impossible men, assuring your own unhappiness and isolation because, after all, you’re happiest alone.
But not even then because you can’t stop thinking about what you’ve lost, again, for which you blame yourself.

So the cycle goes on, the snake eating its own tail.

—  Penny Dreadful